Archive for March, 2009

In Honor of Ada Lovelace Day 2009

Tuesday, March 24th, 2009

Celebrate Hedy Lamarr

 

Frequency hopping uses concepts from piano playing!

 

Next time you use your cell phone, WiFi or Bluetooth, or any other frequency hopping device you can thank Hedy Lamarr and her unique take on conceptualizing music and the piano.

 

Hedy Lamarr invented a new idea for frequency hopping using low tech player piano technology. Her motive was secure wartime communications for radio-guided missiles. But apparently the Navy laughed her and co-inventor composer George Antheil out of the office. They took out a patent in 1942 that was later used by corporations mining innovating technologies in the 1950s and 1960s. The beauty of this invention was the use of the piano, its notes and scales to arrive at a model Hedy and George implemented using the player piano roll of music. Completely out of context, the Navy could not understand its use, and the electronics that made the idea practical and feasible did not come along for decades.

 

Hedy Lamarr was a beautiful movie star during the golden age of Hollywood. Hedy is reported to have said “Any girl can be glamorous. All she has to do is stand still and look stupid.”

I love this story because practicing art frequently leads to seemingly unrelated ideas, and Hedy’s invention winds up being the core of all we take for granted in mobile communications. Plus, who would have expected such a wild smart idea from a movie star? She had a lot of nerve to take her idea so far. So many surprises!

A blank slate sans tele

Friday, March 6th, 2009

Dream week ends are meant to mix it up, re-center, and find the true path again amidst the work-a-world daily grind that comes to prevail. My Dream week end was only last Sat-Sun and it came time to hit the sordid stories of the tele: murder, mayhem, atrocity, as tho that is my re-centering. So, the little buggers are gone. I took the cable box in this morning. Ended it all last night on Paris Je T’aime on On Demand (quel surprise). What a find for a beau souvenir. Despite the crowning gem, it was addiction. Like addiction, little gems kept me hooked. But, to keep watching was to crush my hopes and dreams. Oh, a little story at the end of the day seems fine. But, zonking out on my chair more than once it became 3am. And what did I have to show? A painting? A short story? Anything more than that bizarre vicarious TV crush on the men from Numb3rs?  Nope. I’ve seen every episode of Sex and the City. That job is done. Can’t find any more free Californication. So, sanity said make room for your own storytelling. Why make it sit in the back seat? The sheer volume of commercials was the tipping point. Au revoir soccer le foot les samedi matins. Au revoir ChezMaupassant. Bon jour choc de culture sans TV.